Just a Little Bit

One

I woke up in with the sun in my eyes. One of many of my pet peeves and being a teenager you seem to have a lot of them. My little sister, Ellie, busted in the room like a tornado and started to jump up and down on my bed. "Syd wake up", Ellie exclaimed, "Mommy made waffles!" I sat up just to be greeted by the lovely smell waffles and sausage. I grabbed my little sister's hand and skipped to my favorite room in the whole house...THE KITCHEN! I saw my mom in her usual work clothes, placing a plate full of homemade waffles on the mahogany table.

I miss being in Malibu. I miss my friends. I miss my room. My room was the one closest to the beach. Every morning I was greeted by the nice view of the beach. My room was painted with seashells, oceans, and mermaids. My father painted my room by hand, every single mermaid. Waves and seashells were painted on my ceiling but at night it would transition to a starry night even Galileo would be envious of. A desk, bookshelf, and closet adorned one side of the aquatically themed room. Ahhh.... my closet.... was walk in. I used to hide in it when I wanted to be alone. Curtains and nets hung over my bed like sails on a boat. The boat I called my "bed" was named the "S.S. Sydney" and it wore its name proudly on the side. I miss my life.

My mom left for work and told me to make sure Ellie got to school. I cleaned the kitchen and kissed my little sister goodbye as she runs to the bus. I went back in the house and hopped in the shower and let the hot water run over my body and relax my muscles. I go into my room and change into a black retro baseball jersey, which I wore open with a black, hooded crop top under to show off my flat stomach, black skinny jeans, and my black Timbs. I just straighten my natural hair that stopped bra strap length. I just put on some powder and winged eyeliner on my face with a bit of lip gloss, grabbed my book bag, my keys and headed out to my black Mercedes so I can start my commute to school.

I get to the school and I look around all I see are Ferrari's and BMW's parked in the student parking lot. I'm sorry I forgot to mention that my school is a private school for the offspring of the rich and other people who can afford to go to this school and everybody in between. As I walk toward the entrance of the school, I hear a big combination of whispers, damn she bad, and "who is she"'s. I manage to find what I think is the admissions office and I am immediately greeted by stares. I walk up to the desk...

"Good Morning! My name is Sydney Porter. I just transferred from Malibu Heights High School in Malibu, California."

A young lady, no more than 21 maybe, looked up at me. She wore black rimmed glass, a tight white collared shirt (that was rather revealing for my taste), a tight plaid pencil skirt and a pair of tall black stilettos. #WHORE was all that I could think of.

"Hello, Ms. Porter! Welcome to Michael J. Petrides High School. Home of the Falcons!" She hands me a folder with a class schedule, map, extracurricular activity guide and student handbook.

"I can set up a student-guided tour of our school if you would like?", she says in her high-pitched, breathy voice. Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

"Yes please, I would like to take you up on that offer."

She turns and calls a student named Lexi Sumter to the office over the intercom. I turn around to see a smiling girl staring at me. She looks like the quintessential prep. Pleated khaki skirt, white collar shirt, pink cardigan and white keds with Her blonde hair cut short in a bob. She gives me a once over and says in a thick southern drawl...

"You must be the new student. My name is Lexi Sumter, President of Student Government, Debate Team, and Honor Society. What's your name?"

Wow! Hillary Clinton in training! "My name is Sydney Porter. Nice to meet you." I shake hands with her and the tour starts. She also shows me the different groups...